122 notes"I haven’t always been like this. So apathetic, so languid, so incapable of feeling anything. I haven’t always been so miserable and pessimistic and dull. I used to feel. I used to cry and show how much I loved someone. Now, I can sit there listless and phlegmatic when someone tells me a sad story with their face drenched in their tears. All my soft spots have faded with my spirit. I am not as kinetic as I used to be. No longer am I full of life, energy, or zealousness. My attitudes have changed and my personality is as indifferent as ever. I sit silently and watch my own friends spontaneity outshine mine, as I seem to be impervious to having new friends in my life. I sense nothing but the emptiness inside of me; How dead I am. My own being is suffocated and oppressed by it’s callousness and tirades. If only I could feel again. If only I could have some stroke of existence to hold onto."
— Unknown (via aeloquence)